{Impromptu Drabble} (Changmin/Henry) R-15
Pairing: Changmin/Henry
Rating: R-15
Notes: This is a drabble prompted to me by mikkyboom umma ♥ ( READ HERS HERE OR ELSE! they're btter anyways ♥) it's not really anything proofread or perfect, but I enjoyed writing it ♥ I'd like to do more of these in the future~
He shivers as the older boy runs his fingertips over his jawline, his throat, his shoulders, all bare bare bare except for the thin satin tie around his neck. He swallows, and he can tell that he's being watched, that every subtle movement - the way he licks his lips afterward, the way that small bulge in his throat moves up then down then up again - is something more to be studied, inspected, memorized.
He knows that this man - boy? was he a boy anymore, really, like this, with his eyes dark and his body electric with intent? - has undressed him with his eyes more times than either of them could count, but it's different now that he actually doesn't have clothes on.
The taller one leans in and whispers, "I'll develop the photos later," before wrapping his arms, his entire being around him, around his smaller, softer body, and he can only shiver again before his lips are taken.
Later, when he's lying in bed, eyes bleary from sleeping and sunlight dusting his skin with pale gold and pink, he sees the pictures.
He can't help but stare at the image sof himself on the small squares of paper, stare at the way his hips curve perfectly inside the underwear that had been provided for him, stare at the long, smooth expanse of his chest, broken only by that solid black tie. The older boy catches him staring and laughs softly.
"You glad I made you up now?"
He grins, his dimples appearing, and nods.
"Thank you, Changmin-hyung."
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Henry tries to believe that what he feels is more than a vague emotion, that what he sees is more than the breeze in front of him, that what he is filled with is more than some substitute for intimacy.
He tries to believe that this love of his is real, no matter how made up it seems, because those mismatched, grinning eyes just can't be imaginary.
Rating: R-15
Notes: This is a drabble prompted to me by mikkyboom umma ♥ ( READ HERS HERE OR ELSE! they're btter anyways ♥) it's not really anything proofread or perfect, but I enjoyed writing it ♥ I'd like to do more of these in the future~
He shivers as the older boy runs his fingertips over his jawline, his throat, his shoulders, all bare bare bare except for the thin satin tie around his neck. He swallows, and he can tell that he's being watched, that every subtle movement - the way he licks his lips afterward, the way that small bulge in his throat moves up then down then up again - is something more to be studied, inspected, memorized.
He knows that this man - boy? was he a boy anymore, really, like this, with his eyes dark and his body electric with intent? - has undressed him with his eyes more times than either of them could count, but it's different now that he actually doesn't have clothes on.
The taller one leans in and whispers, "I'll develop the photos later," before wrapping his arms, his entire being around him, around his smaller, softer body, and he can only shiver again before his lips are taken.
Later, when he's lying in bed, eyes bleary from sleeping and sunlight dusting his skin with pale gold and pink, he sees the pictures.
He can't help but stare at the image sof himself on the small squares of paper, stare at the way his hips curve perfectly inside the underwear that had been provided for him, stare at the long, smooth expanse of his chest, broken only by that solid black tie. The older boy catches him staring and laughs softly.
"You glad I made you up now?"
He grins, his dimples appearing, and nods.
"Thank you, Changmin-hyung."
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Henry tries to believe that what he feels is more than a vague emotion, that what he sees is more than the breeze in front of him, that what he is filled with is more than some substitute for intimacy.
He tries to believe that this love of his is real, no matter how made up it seems, because those mismatched, grinning eyes just can't be imaginary.